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Ода общественному транспорту

О, как я люблю тебя, российский транспорт! Как приятно с утра залазить в тебя с боем с третьей попытки, проталкивая себе путь всеми частями тела! Как приятно потом ехать в положении «размазанный об дверь», уткнувшись носом в чью-ту подмышку… А как еще более приятно вылезать на нужной тебе остановки, пролезая в первую дверь, чтоб вручить несчастные шесть рублей кондуктору! Как я люблю трамвайчика, в которых температура соответствует температуре окружающей среды, как здорово ехать, примерзая задом к сиденью, боже какое наслаждение! А как чудесно ехать полчаса то расстояние, которое можно пройти за десять минут! Короче, как прекрасно работает наш общественный транспорт!

The Three Little Pigs

Once there were three little pigs who lived together in mutual respect and in harmony with their environment. Using materials which were indigenous to the area, they each built a beautiful house... One day, along came a big, bad wolf with expansionist ideas. He saw the pigs and grew very hungry in both a physical and ideological sense. When the pigs saw the wolf, they ran into the house of straw. The wolf ran up to the house and banged on the door, shouting, ^Little pigs, let me in!"

The pigs shouted back, "Your gunboat tactics hold on no fear for pigs defending their homes and culture".

But the wolf wasn't to be denied what he thought was his manifest destiny. So he huffed and puffed and blew down the house of straw. The frightened pigs ran to the house of sticks, with the wolf in hot pursuit Where the house of straw had stood, other wolves bought up the land and started a banana plantation.

At the house of sticks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

The pigs shouted back, "Go to hell, you carnivorous, imperialistic oppressor!"

At this, the wolf chuckled condescendingly. He thought to himself: "They are so childlike in their ways. It will be a shame to see them go, but progress cannot be stopped".

So the wolf huffed and puffed and blew down the house of sticks. The pigs ran to the house of bricks, with the wolf close at their heels. Where the house of sticks stood, other wolves built a time-share condo resort complex for vacationing wolves, with each unit a fiberglass reconstruction of the house of sticks, as well as native curio shops, snorkeling, and dolphin shows.

At the house of bricks, the wolf again banged on the door and shouted, "Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!"

This time in response, the pigs sang songs of solidarity and wrote letters of protest to the United Nations.

By now the wolf was getting angry at the pigs' refusal to see the situation from the carnivore's point of view... So he huffed and puffed, and huffed and puffed, then grabbed his chest and fell over dead from a massive heart attack brought on from eating too many fatty foods.

The three little pigs rejoiced that justice had triumphed and did a little dance around the corpse of the wolf Their next step was to liberate their homeland. They gathered together a band of other pigs who had been forced off their lands. This new brigade of porcinistas attacked the resort complex with machine guns and rocket launchers and slaughtered the cruel wolf-oppressors, sending a clear signal to the rest of the hemisphere not to meddle in their internal affairs. Then the pigs set up a model socialist democracy with free education, universal health care, and affordable housing for everyone.

Please note: The wolf in this story was a metaphorical construct. No actual wolves were banned in the writing of the story.